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AMAAR: Yasir? YASIR: Well, it's so great to be home

- amongst my friends, my beautiful wife... - SARAH: Oh.

...My dutiful daughter, and my soon-to-be son,

and the man that made their lives a living hell.

Good to see you too, old chum.

- Did he call me chum? - Don't worry. A lot has changed.

It is true. There is a brand new stop sign in town.

But I'm not going to tell you where. I want you to be surprised.

Dad, it's so good to have you back.

Oh, as if I'd miss my daughter's wedding!

I'm just so sorry that my mother is not well enough to be here.

How am I gonna get through this without her helpful criticisms?

Oh, you won't have to. She sent a note. Here it is.

- So, Yasir, it's been a long time... - It has been a long time, too long.

My daughter's getting married! I mean, what's next?

- Pitter-patter of tiny feet? - Grandchildren!

- Okay. - Okay.

Yasir, we have lots to talk about.

And the comfort I feel that you will be here

when I go back to Lebanon... Don't be sad.

- You'll be here for everyone to lean on. - AMAAR: Right.

- Uh... - Who wants to see some pictures?

- Yes! - Yes?

Yes. Come on.

Look, I think it's time we tell them we're leaving.

Uh, yeah, I think it's time we saw some pictures.

I look forward to seeing you, too.

Yes! Thank you. Goodbye.

Oh, God. They, uh, need me to start right away.

Okay? Um...

Well, we could just postpone our honeymoon.

Are you sure? Does that sound right?

Sure. The tickets are good for a year

and we can just pretend that Montreal is our honeymoon.

French is the language of love.

The grapefruit this evening with a pretty bird?

Not until you're married.

Okay, look. How are we gonna tell your parents?

No idea. Do you remember how my dad reacted when I told him I was moving out?

Yeah. I never actually thought a man could turn purple with rage.

And that was when I said I was moving two blocks away.

What will they do when I say I'm moving across the country?

No better way than a postcard.

It's hard to stay mad while looking at a photo of Stade Olympique.

Thank you, but we can't tell them on a postcard.

There's nothing more personal than a long distance phone call.

Here's an idea, how about in person?

That's the way if you wanna break their hearts

on their happiest day of their lives. But, hey, it's your funeral.

- It's our wedding. - Exactly. Look, if you have to tell them,

- just wait until after. - To spare their feelings?

No, to get the gifts first! And, yeah, the feelings too.

Good advice, but let's ask our imam.

- Thank you. - Please don't ask the imam.

He's so predictable.

Truth, truth. Advice, advice, advice. Yawn.

I'm gonna go get a snack. Don't touch each other.

I am not predictable. I say we tell them the truth.

- THORNE: Yawn. - You're right.

Okay. I'm gonna tell your dad, you're going to tell your mom.

It's a good idea, but I have a better one.

You tell both of them and I will hide.

You know, you really know how to make a fellow welcome.

- Well, we had time to make up for. - It's as if I've never even been away.

Cookie? Or...

Coffee beans! Okay.

- What are you doing? - Well, darling, everything's moved.

Where are my Middle Eastern snacks?

My tabbouleh puffs? My tahini bars? My hummus squares?

- Ugh! - Okay, they were awful.

But where did you put them?

Relax, honey. They all went bad. I mean, they started bad and they went worse.

I see. The important thing is that I'm here with you, my rose petal,

in time for the wedding of the century.

- Exactly! - Now, what can I do to help?

- Pick up the flowers? - That's Ann.

- Set up seating? - That's Baber.

- Put candles on cake? - It's not a birthday.

I know, but there must be something.

No, all you have to do is be there and make your speech.

I'll work on my speech.

Um, yeah, about your speech. What you didn't like it?

- No, no. I loved it! - But, especially after my few fixes...

Fixes? Fixes? How can you fix perfection? How can you possibly fix...

I see, with grammar, punctuation, and content.

There were a few ideas you might've missed.

Darling, you've rewritten my speech. I'm the father of the bride.

I have this seething cauldron of emotion inside of me

that no one else could possibly express!

- This is pretty good. - Thank you.

"Losing Rayyan is like being cut with a thousand knives."

"But gaining Amaar is like getting a thousand bandages."

- I couldn't have said it better. - Thought it sounded more like you.

Yikes! I've got to get to Rayyan's fitting.

I don't even sound like myself. I'm so depressed.

Being the father of the bride,

is like having a seething cauldron of emotion inside of you.

God! She's so good.

Oh, honey. You look like an angel.

You worked miracles with my old dress.

- Wow. - Yeah.

- Mom, can we talk? - Right, the wedding night.

You wanna have the talk?

No, we covered that in third year medical school.

And Grade Five health class.

Oh, I can't believe, yesterday you were a little girl

and tomorrow you're gonna have little girls of your own.

So you're already thinking about grandchildren?

Of course not.

What do you think of Dashel if it's a girl?

- Are you serious? - I know. Normally it's a boy's name,

but give it a chance, I think it's gonna be big.

You've already got baby names picked out?

I've already got baby clothes.

Don't you think you're getting a little bit ahead of yourself?

Watching my grandchildren grow up, fall in love, and settle down.

And all right here in Mercy.

Well, they might not always stay in Mercy.

They might, you know, one day leave.

Why would Dashel want to do that?

I don't know. It wouldn't be personal. Maybe she'd just go to university

or start a life somewhere else.

Oh, no! Poor sweet Dashel!

Mom, I'm never going to name my child Dashel.

Oh, great. Now she's leaving and I don't even know her name.

So let me get this straight.

The idea of your non-existent grandchild

one day, maybe, leaving town is making you cry?

- It's just all happening so fast. - RAYYAN: Oh.

- "Squircle?" - What? It's a word.

- Meaning? - Meaning half square, half circle.

All squircle.

- Challenge. - It's like a "squoval" or a "squoctagon!"

Guys, you don't have to keep me company.

Nonsense. As your best man, it's my job.

- I'm the best man. - Well, then it's your job too.

If you really wanna help, someone could pick up my suit.

Amaar, clearly we're busy here.

Gentlemen.

Duncan! Duncan. Duncan.

Yasir, it's so good to see you.

YASIR: How are you? How's homecoming?

I hope it's been better than mine. Because the whole town has moved on.

Yes, I'm obsolete now.

I'm like a... I'm like a... VHS in a DVD world.

- Actually, everyone uses Blu-ray now. - YASIR: You see,

- even my references are obsolete. - AMAAR: That's ridiculous.

Actually, Yasir, I could use your help with a problem I have.

Really? Well, fire away, because no one solves a problem

like Yasir Hamoudi.

Okay. I have a good friend, and I have to tell him something important,

but he's not gonna wanna hear it.

That is, the age old dilemma.

But luckily there's a solution. Don't tell him.

- Until? - Ever.

- Isn't he bound to find out? - The other age old dilemma.

- I hate to butt in. - You love to butt in.

Uh, I think Amaar wants someone to tell him

that he owes his friend the truth.

Wow, you actually were listening.

That is better advice than mine.

You see, Duncan? Who needs old Yasir Hamoudi anymore?

No one! You know why? Because Yasir Hamoudi is done!

Yasir!

Yasir. Wait!

- Are you okay? - Yeah! I'm okay.

- I'm A-okay. That's okay plus an A. - Yasir.

You know, you'll always have a place in our hearts no matter where you go.

Deep down, you must know that.

I am so lucky to have you as a son-in-law, and a friend.

And I'll always be your son-in-law and friend no matter where you go.

Or where I go. But you're here taking care of my daughter

- while I'm away. - Right?

If you weren't in Mercy,

my life in Lebanon...

It would be pure anguish.

- This is hard. - The hardest.

- Tomorrow's supposed to be a happy day. - The happiest.

Maybe we're doing the wrong thing.

Who knew leaving town would be so difficult?

Leaving town?

You're abandoning Mercy!

- Baber, keep it down. - Is it true?

You're leaving for greener pictures?

Amaar got a job offer in Montreal. It's too good to pass up.

- Can't wait to tell Faisal! - No, you can't tell Faisal.

Right, take too long to find him. This is too good to be true.

- I will tell Fatima. - You can't tell anyone.

Rayyan's parents don't even know yet.

Fine, but after I tell them, I'm going straight to Fred.

If you tell anyone before we get a chance to,

we won't let you perform the ceremony.

But I so very much want to do that!

Then you have a decision to make.

Fine.

Now, shoo! It is the day before your nuptials.

There'll be plenty of time

for inappropriate romantic strolls after tomorrow.

He's right, I have to get ready.

Yeah. I've a lot of stuff to do, too.

- So the next time I see you... - Yeah.

Yes, yes, yes! We all get it. The wedding is next.

- Hold still. - Okay.

And there.

- The car's here. Good luck! - Thank you.

Well, I guess this is it.

- You're ready. - Ah, almost, um.

Mom, I have to tell you something.

Me first.

I just want to say... I promised myself I wasn't going to cry!

Use your words.

It's just, you're so beautiful. I'm so proud of you!

Okay. Take a deep breath.

I love you too, Mom.

I love you too! I love you so much!

Straighten this out. Flatten that.

And showtime. Yeah.

Great! Can I take a peek at the mirror now?

No. It's bad luck to see yourself on your wedding day.

- You're thinking of the bride. - No, I'm pretty sure it's very bad luck

if you don't see your bride on the wedding day.

Isn't it amazing how the years have flown?

It seems like four years since you first came to town.

It was four years ago.

Oh, good. It means we've been savoring life properly.

- Yasir, I need to tell you something. - No, no, no. Me first.

May not be my place to say, but I'm going to.

I'm very proud.

Thanks.

Avert your eyes, Amaar!

I think we're in the clear.

Islamically speaking, Fatima.

Thank you, uh. You look amazing.

- Thank you. So do you. - Thank you.

- Um, did you get a chance to... - No. Did you tell my dad?

AMAAR: No. Yasir. Sarah.

- Yeah. - We've something to tell you.

Oh, is this the part where you tell everyone

that you're moving to Montreal?

Moving to Montreal?

- What are you talking about? - That's not all right.

- AMAAR: Not on the wedding day! - It is your wedding day!

Rayyan! Rayyan!

How could they do this to us?

Catch me up. What did I miss?

- You missed Amaar and Rayyan. - What?

We can't have the wedding without them, can we?

I don't understand your culture.

They are leaving town and didn't tell us.

After everything that I've done!

I can't believe that she didn't tell me.

All right, that's quite enough of that!

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!

Excuse me? You're lecturing us about our behavior?

The irony is not lost on me.

Regardless, today should be a celebration of these two remarkable people.

They've changed all our lives.

Well, I know they've changed mine.

So they're moving on.

Wherever they go, they will carry us with them in their hearts,

as we should carry them in ours.

Good for you.

I guess we overreacted.

But, why didn't they just tell us?

Maybe they thought you'd react

- the way you just did. - Good point.

Is anybody else worried we may have just ruined their entire wedding?

Oh!

Gosh! what have we done? We can't fix this.

Yes, we can.

Don't forget, no one fixes a mistake like Yasir Hamoudi.

Excuse me. I have the bride and groom to fetch.

- Rayyan. - I can't do this.

I can't leave. Not like this.

Please, Rayyan, relax.

Nothing is ever as complicated as it seems.

Except for this.

I can't leave Mercy.

Not if it hurts the people that I love so much.

Then you have to stay here.

If you to stay here, I'm staying with you.

YASIR: Cowards.

So, you're going to give up on all your dreams because of a few tears?

- Cowards. - Yasir, I don't appreciate

- being called a coward. - Then stop being a coward.

Do what feels right. Go to Montreal.

It's not as simple as that.

- Yes, it is. - But we'll break your hearts.

Then break them.

You two are about to get married.

You have to choose what's right for you, not for us.

Are you telling me to take your daughter away?

As hard as that is to believe, yes.

Sarah and I had our adventures before we settled down in Mercy.

We wish you no less.

But bring my daughter back as often as you possibly can,

or I will hunt you down like a dog!

Deal.

You know I'm best man, right?

That's still up for debate.

Guys, for the tenth time, Muslims do not have best men.

I just want you here for support.

- Of course. - He meant me.

Okay, look, we're just two better than average men here to support you.

- Whatever works. - Thank you.

- You're not going to blubber, are you? - No!

Good, because I've only got one tissue.

Look, there she is!

Take care of my little girl.

You have my word.

Marriage is a sacred institution.

It is a joining of two into one,

a promise made to each other, and in front of Allah,

to love and honor each other for always.

I have watched Amaar and Rayyan for many years,

and no one doubts their love for each other.

With all their carrying on and lovey-dovey eyes.

Baber!

Before all of us, I ask you three times.

Rayyan Hamoudi, do you wish to marry Amaar Rashid?

I do.

Do you wish to marry Amaar Rashid?

I do.

And, finally, do you wish to marry Amaar Rashid?

Of course, I do.

BABER: Amaar Rashid,

do you wish to marry Rayyan Hamoudi?

Let me save you some time.

I do.

I do.

I do.

BABER: With Allah as our witness...

...you are husband and wife.

Ha!

You will be missed, old friend.

- Hey, thanks for everything. - Okay.

And don't worry, this place is in good hands.

Especially with me here to keep an eye on him.

- Huh. - And I'll keep an eye on him too.

Well, I don't need minding like some wayward child.

- No, I just like looking at you. - THORNE: Mmm.

RAYYAN: Fatima!

I will tell you what my mother told me on my wedding day.

Men are horrible. Don't get married.

- Okay. - My mother was a bitter woman.

But you and Amaar are perfect together.

Was that a compliment?

Do not tell anyone.

If I ever get married again, I wanna look just like that.

Oh, thanks, Ann.

Oh, heck. I wanna look like that anyway.

Layla, it is so good to have you home again.

Sometimes it seems that the university has stolen you away from me.

Yes, we've missed you. And Baber, thank you for today.

You were amazing.

I was pretty amazing, wasn't I?

- Maybe one day you can perform my wedding. - Oh, that is far away.

Very, very, very far. So far. I mean, you don't even know any boys.

Yeah, Dad. About that.

University is a pretty cool place and...

- AMAAR: Oh! - Miss you, buddy.

Nothing wrong here, just two men sharing a hug.

- Okay. - Basking in their mutual respect.

- Most natural thing in the world! - Okay, Nate!

I'm gonna miss you, too.

The town will never be the same.

Gonna have to change our population sign.

I didn't know the town had a population sign.

- My heart does. - Joe, that's...

Hey, look, uh. Amaar. Hi.

I know we've always had our differences.

- But? - But nothing.

- Goodbye, Fred. - Come on! Get in here, buddy.

Boy!

Uh-oh. Here come the waterworks.

Oh, Fred. It's okay.

My little baby is a married man!

- Dad. - I wish you

twice the happiness we have had.

At least twice.

Three times, just to be safe.

Uh, everyone, if I could have your attention.

I'm Yasir Hamoudi, also known as father of the bride.

I would just like to say that losing Rayyan

cuts like a thousand knives.

But gaining Amaar is like gaining a thousand bandages.

- Well said. - YASIR: Come up, darling.

This is my lovely wife, the proud mother of the bride, Sarah Hamoudi.

Darling, Rayyan, many years ago,

we delighted in seeing your first gummy little smile

and hearing your first gurgling words.

And today we're seeing you take your first steps into a new life.

SARAH: And right before our eyes,

you've turned from a curious little girl who could take apart a dishwasher...

...and turned into a confident,

beautiful, gorgeous woman.

YASIR: Amaar, Rayyan,

remember that anywhere that you go,

we will always be with you.

RAYYAN: Goodbye, Mom.

- Bye! - YASIR: Go on.

- RAYYAN: Bye! - Be careful. I love you.

- I love you too. - SARAH: Bye, sweetheart!

- Drive carefully! Bye. - YASIR: Bye! Call us!

- Good luck! - AMAAR: Bye!

- Hang up your dress! - Bye-bye!

ALL: Bye! Bye!

AMAAR: What a day!

RAYYAN: An amazing day.

I can't believe we were afraid of telling everyone.

It seems crazy now.

- They were so wonderful about it. - Beyond wonderful.

We're lucky to have such supportive people in our lives.

And now we're moving across the country.

Leaving all those supportive people behind.

Abandoning our whole way of life.

I feel... terrible.

Yeah, me too.

- But we have to do it. - Absolutely.

- We have to do what feels right. - Right!

What if what feels right is...

- Staying here. - In Mercy.

I guess we should turn around.

Or we could continue on to our honeymoon in Morocco.

- And then decide what to do. - Right.

But there's something we have to do first.

What?